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Blessed solitude, silent friend,
you wrap yourself in shadows, in sacred light.
Thus to feel, in the divine song,
a dance between dreams, a destiny.
Sadness and beauty, in the same beat,
laughter, tears, intertwined go.
In the most unheard, in its sweet threshold,
Echoes of the supernatural are found.
Always, so always, a deep echo,
in the swaying of hours, in a fertile corner.
To be or not to be, a whisper in the mist,